Tag Archives: poemm haiku
It is how the mouth plays chords the lips keep time to– Kiss, erring to seize. Advertisements
Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.
Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss. (Watercolor by Henry Miller)
Matron saint of reps, one word, next, again, the same– Style, the modern rage. (Picasso’s portrait of Gertrude Stein)
Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow. (Artwork by Hiroshige)